Emma wakes up and stretches, wincing at the fire on her ass. Master is still asleep and she quietly gets up and gets dressed. She wears a skirt with no panties so that nothing rubs on the welts peppering her ass and thighs. She goes in the kitchen and makes breakfast. Emma is starving this morning as she was not allowed to eat the night before. When everything is ready she serves a plate for herself and a plate for Him. She leaves hers in the kitchen and brings His to the bedroom so that He can have breakfast in bed. He has woken and is watching television when she comes in and hands it to Him. "Have you eaten yours yet?" She answers in the negative and He tells her to bring her breakfast and sit with Him.
After they have eaten Emma cleans up the kitchen and goes to ask Master if there are plans for the day. "Do you remember yesterday when you told me I was ridiculous?"
She doesn't remember saying exactly that but knows better than to argue with Him and says, "Yes Sir. I'm sorry."
"Yeah yeah. I'm sure you're very sorry. I just realized how angry I still am about it and, well, you are not allowed to talk today. That might make me feel better."
Emma looks at Him. Not allowed to talk? "Oookay. Am I not allowed to talk to you or not allowed to talk at all?"
Master watches her, contemplating. "This is how we are going to do it. You may talk to me but to nobody else. But, you may only talk to me if you are begging me to spank you. Do you want me to spank your ass and flick those welts you've already got?"
"No thank you Sir."
"You're such a slow learner. Turn around and bend over. Just bend over and grab your ankles." Emma does as told and Master flips her skirt up, revealing her bright ass cheeks. "See, I just finished telling you that you could only talk if you are begging me to spank you and the first thing out of your mouth is that you don't want me to."
He spanks her ass with the palm of His hand, one cheek and then the other, as hard as He can. "Do you like that? Spankings on top of those nice red welts?" Emma shakes her head silently, quickly. "Answer me out loud. Did you like that?"
"No Sir."
He spanks her again, over and over, harder. "You cannot say that. You can only speak if you are begging me to spank you. Try again. Do you like that?"
"Please spank my ass Sir. Please please please."
Master smiles and brings His hand down again, "I'd love to." Emma cries softly as He spanks her repeatedly, His hand covering every inch of her welted ass cheeks.
"What plans did you have today Emma?"
Emma looks at Him and answers, "Please Sir would you spank my ass? Please?" Her ass is on fire and she has to force the words out. There is no piece of her that wants to be spanked.
"No. I'm tired of spanking you. What else would you like to do today?"
"Sir, please. Please spank me. I love it when you spank me. Please spank my ass Sir."
Master laughs at her begging for something she so obviously doesn't want. "Ok. I'm done with this conversation. Go do whatever it is you do." Emma stands and walks away from Him, going in the other room so that He is not tempted by the immediacy of her presence.
She turns on music and grabs a book. It takes her a few moments to find a comfortable way to relax on the couch. She finally settles on her stomach, feet up in the air behind her. She reads for about an hour and then gets up to get more coffee.
Master hears her moving around and yells to her, "Emma slave, come here." She quickly goes into Him and stands quietly, waiting. "I need a Pepsi." She gets Him a Pepsi and returns to Him, holding it out to Him. He ignores her for several minutes while He finishes His game and then takes it from her.
"What have you been doing in there?" He asks.
Emma looks at Him, ponders the ease with which He asks the question, the normalcy of it and then, embarrassed, but knowing she needs to answer as He is just watching her waiting for a response, she says, "Please Sir would you spank me? Please. It's been so long. Please spank me Sir."
Master smiles, "Bend over the bed." She bends over the bed, waiting. "Pull your skirt up so I can see your ass." She flips it up, revealing her ass to Him. He rubs her ass cheeks and she then hears Him moving around the room, opening a drawer.
She looks behind her to see Him holding a paddle. "Oh no" she mumbles right before she buries her head in the blankets and tenses. Her ass already hurts so much.
"Oh no? You poor thing. Oh no? What are you supposed to say?"
Emma looks at Master over her shoulder, standing there, still holding the paddle. "Will you spank me Sir? Please."
Master raises his eyebrows, "Keep going. I want to hear you beg."
